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Personal Narrative: How To Feel Better When Your Family Is Gone
When I look back at my past writing experiences the first thing that comes to mind is when I did Young Authors in grade school. When I was younger, I typically prefered to write fiction, but I also branched out to non-fiction and poetry in order to try to be able to win an award. This made me begin to fall in love with poetry and develop an understanding and respect for non-fiction. In fact, in fourth grade, I won the Honorable Mention in Wyoming for my non-fiction book. It was titled “How to Feel Better When your Family is Gone.” The book was about losing family members who have passed away and how to cope with the loss. After having the experience of earning the Honorable Mention, I began to have an interest in writing.

Every year I continued to try my absolute hardest in my writing classes and try to add as much of my personality into them as I could manage. I was especially able to do this in seventh grade when our assignment was to write a scary story for Halloween. I spent days working on my story school, and when the story was finally finished I couldn’t help but feel a little sense of pride for what I came up with. Since I love scary stories so much it was much easier to incorporate the scary elements into the story and the results were the proof. After I presented the story to my class a couple of girls told me that I shouldn’t have read that story because they were now really freaked out. This
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I decided to join Speech and Debate and after some beginning partner struggles I ended up partnering up with one of my best friends. Since she wasn’t too clear on writing cases I did them for us in the beginning of our partnership. We didn’t succeed and rise to the very top with the cases, but I do not regret a single second of this writing experience. I had never written formal speeches like that before and I learned countless valuable skills that I know I will use for the rest of my

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